Karaoké In the Ghetto Elvis Presley

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray

Chicago mornin' a poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries

'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

A-people don't you understand

A child needs a helpin' hand or he'll grow to be an angry young man someday

A-take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see

Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way

Well the world turns

And a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows

In the ghetto

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away

He buys a gun, he steals a car

Tries to run but he don't get far

And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man facedown on the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

And as her young man dies

On a cold and gray

Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries